"Dennis Danvers - Circuit of Heaven" - читать интересную книгу автора (Danvers Dennis)

A block away she looked back, and he was still standing there, watching her. She waved, and he raised
his hand to his lips and blew her a kiss. What a sweet man, she thought. What a dear, sweet man.

SHE WAS STILL ELATED WHEN SHE GOT BACK TO HER HOTEL. SheтАЩd made her first friend
in the Bin. She stretched out on the bed with a cup of hot cocoa and read far enough in Rebecca to find
out that Rebecca wasnтАЩt the heroine, but her new husbandтАЩs dead wifeтАФwhose presence hung over the
new brideтАЩs life like a cloud. Justine liked the heroine. She reminded her of herselfтАФor at least the way
she wanted to see herselfтАФa little bit afraid of everything, but brave nonetheless. Brave enough to love
her husband against the odds. She found her elation bleeding away, however, as she read of the young
girlтАЩs seemingly hopeless love for a man whoтАЩd already had the perfect wife.

She grew drowsy from reading and set Rebecca aside. She picked up the dream book, thinking sheтАЩd
nap and use whatever secrets it might give her. She opened it up and read the first paragraph:
Each of us possesses a myriad of identities: who we are, who we were, who we wish we were,
who weтАЩve dreaded becoming. These selves live side by side in the world of our dreams. When, in
the midst of a vivid dream, you become aware that you are dreaming, seize the power this
moment has granted you: Interrogate the denizens of your dreamworld, shape this world to your
desires, enter into the world you have created, and take possession of the boundless domains of
your Self.
This all sounded like pretty silly stuff to Justine. She flipped back to the publication date: copyright 1997.
No wonder. The heyday of claptrap. All of a sudden she didnтАЩt feel like sleeping anymore. She didnтАЩt
feel up to interrogating any dream denizens. She tossed the dream book aside. I still feel lonely, she
thought. Hanging out with my Selves isnтАЩt likely to change that, no matter how many are lurking in there.
She had more time than she needed to get ready for dinner, but she couldnтАЩt think of anything else to do.
She got out of bed and tried on all the dresses in her closet, spent an hour fussing with her hair. She
wanted to look beautiful, like Mr. Menso said. She was young, and it was spring.

She was sitting in the lobby, waiting for Winston, by seven oтАЩclock.

2
IT WAS NEMOтАЩS TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY, AND HE was on his way to visit his parents in the
Bin, riding the Metro from Richmond to D.C. ItтАЩd been Christmas since heтАЩd seen them last. Twice a
year was about all he could handle.

Most of the time, it didnтАЩt bother him much anymoreтАФitтАЩd been eleven years, after all. But every time he
went to see them heтАЩd watch the world slide by outside the window, listen to the clatter of the wheels on
the rails, and remember when they went into the Bin. Then heтАЩd get mad all over, just as if he were ten
years old again.

HeтАЩd figured for a long time that his parents were going in. It was only a matter of when. They talked
over dinner about people they knew whoтАЩd already gone or were about to go, their voices thick with
envy they thought Nemo was too young to notice. Then theyтАЩd cut him a guilty look and ask how things
were going at school.

He knew he was the snagтАФthe only reason they werenтАЩt in already. Mom wasnтАЩt sure she could leave
her baby boy, and Dad wasnтАЩt sure he could put up with her weeping and wailing once he talked her into
it. But thereтАЩd never been any doubt theyтАЩd go sooner or later. Often these friends they talked about had
a kid, and Dad would say, тАЬThey placed him in a fine school,тАЭ and Mom would add brightly, тАЬHe visits
them several times a week.тАЭ